Chapter 8

"So let me make sure I understand this correctly. You had a conversation with this attractive man, he called you beautiful, but you didn't ask for his name?" Angelica repeated, exasperated. She placed her breakfast tray on the nearby table and turned to face me.

"Yes, that's exactly what I've been telling you for the past ten minutes!" I let out a heavy sigh as I closed the door to my walk-in closet. The room itself was rather empty, with only a few clothes and shoes remaining from my last visit.

I couldn't deny that I missed this room. It was exquisitely adorned with rich purple tapestries on every surface, a flawlessly polished marble floor, and an abundance of gold leaf accents. The furniture was carefully selected from various parts of the world. My father always wanted me to have the best.

"But... how could you forget to ask for his name? How will he find you now? Did he even recognize you?" Angelica continued to question, her expression filled with disappointm